mom.

sometimes there are things in your life that can be solved by no other means than running home into the arms of your dear sweet mother.

even when you're 28 years old
and by all outward appearances, a responsible, well-adjusted adult.

even when it takes 24 hours in a car to get you there. 

for two days with my mom?

worth it.

maybe two days with my mom

and my brothers

and their babies

and my sixth grade bestie

will uncurl me from the emotional fetal position i've been stuck in for the last few weeks.

there's something comforting about going home that makes everything alright.

the originality of it all.

home base.

deep roots.

cheap mexican food and loehmann's.

and so that's just what i'm going to do.  i'm going to drive ten hours in one direction to find my way my way into the arms of my mother.

i'm so dramatic.

but i really just want my mom.